Otchini mne, priroda, stakan moloka
Pour me, nature, a glass of milk
Moloka ot zagadochnikh zvezd
Milk from mysterious stars
I prostoi, kak reka, ya pushchu s molotka
And, simple as a river, I'll auction off
Svoi umstvennii rost
My mental growth
Ya postavlyu v derevne bol’shuyu krovat’
I'll put a big bed in the village
Priglashu v nee vsekh loshadei
I'll invite all the horses into it
I sedoi s borodoi stanu begat’ s dudoi
And, gray and bearded, I'll run with a pipe
I nikto mne ne skazhet, chto ya litsedei
And nobody will tell me I'm an actor
A kogda, nakonets, smert’ pridet ko mne spat’
And when, at last, death comes to sleep with me
Ona lyazhet so mnoi v tishine
She'll lie with me in silence
Ona skazhet 'eshche', i opyat’, i opyat’
She'll say "more", and again, and again
I ura! budet radostno mne
And hooray! I'll feel joyful
Ne vmenyaite mne, angeli, eto v vinu
Angels, don't hold this against me
Ne krutite mne, angeli, khvost
Angels, don't twist my tail
Kto-to zh dolzhen postich’ krasotu v glubinu
Somebody's gotta grasp beauty in depth
Ot Moskvi do zagadochnikh zvezd
From Moscow to the mysterious stars